Grace pov
I winced as the pack healer stitched a particularly deep gash on my shoulder—a souvenir from Natasha's claws that had gotten too close to my throat. The medical tent we had set up near the challenge ground was crowded with injured wolves receiving treatment, but my section was relatively quiet except for the sound of Jace pacing.
Back and forth. Back and forth. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, his jaw so tight I worried he'd crack a tooth. Storm was visible just beneath the surface, his wolf barely contained and radiating enough Alpha dominance to make the younger healers nervous.
"Jace," I said for the third time. "I'm fine. Stop pacing before you wear a hole in the ground."
"You're not fine," Jace replied without stopping his pacing. "You have seventeen separ
